How It Can Be (Not Such a Nice Microcosm)
How It Can Be
She cried so hard face hurt,
loss pulling skin
as if cheeks were limbs,
brow tied to ropes
that warred with bound chin,
as if pain rode horses,
each chained to its own course,
all whipped.
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Here’s a belated and rather gloomy draft poem for Brian Miller’s micro poetry challenge on dVerse Poetry Pub–40 words or less–this just makes it with title. (Granted, it’s not such a good title, but it does fit into the prompt!)
p.s. drawing is mine, though an old one that doesn’t quite fit. All rights reserved, thanks.
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ManicDDaily 
August 8, 2014 at 8:21 pm
it is really sad!
August 8, 2014 at 8:41 pm
😦 geeze I feel for that person’s face… the imagery is dope. The brows tied to warred chains is pretty clever 🙂
August 8, 2014 at 8:43 pm
drawn and quartered…yikes….
August 8, 2014 at 9:58 pm
Sounds like a lot of grief.
August 8, 2014 at 10:21 pm
yikes. and yet–add in exhaustion–and I know exactly what you mean. naming it helps. Thank you!
August 8, 2014 at 10:45 pm
portrait of pain in words…
August 9, 2014 at 1:12 am
The pain is deeply evident in your poem…and drawing.
August 9, 2014 at 1:28 am
When sadness has gone into physical pain – when tears burn like that. That’s real sadness,
August 9, 2014 at 2:40 am
Pain and sadness combining together can be quite a bother! Nicely K!
Hank
August 9, 2014 at 9:48 am
Very effective imagery, k–I esp. like ‘..as if pain rode horses..’ One of the strengths/challenges of short poetry is to completely say or show a pungent image or thought–well done here.
August 9, 2014 at 10:52 am
the pain is palpable…the pain riding horses is a powerful image… and i think the drawing fits well
August 9, 2014 at 1:48 pm
I think sometimes we need to have that kind of cry–if I remember correctly, the Mayan word for tumor was something about tears held in. Nicely expressed.
August 10, 2014 at 1:29 am
Wondrous imagery here, k. Love it in its sadness…
August 11, 2014 at 1:12 pm
Very effective imagery here. Great job